Christmas Owl I'm a simple christmas owl, Seeing the dirty snow so fowl. Covered in sparkling frost and snow, Sitting with no wife, kids or home. My eyes are sad, twinkling though, With the beauty and wonder of the earth below. I'm a simple Christmas ow, Seeing the beautiful wold, oh wow.

Death Death is my stalker, keeping me at bay, At my side, night and day. Constantly around me, by my side, in my bed, Always there when I rest my head. Chains around his waist, his red eyes covered by hood, Hoping and craving for my red, delicious blood. A black cloak draped over body, pale skin underneath, Pain circling my head, like a mid winters wreath.

Criminal Girl Part 12 In memory In LollipopSwirl! I miss you! Xxx What happened next was amazing, until we heard my mum coming upstairs and we had to rush into some normal position. "Your not ready yet?" Asked mum as she burst into my room "No, I,I,I was just explaining the story line of this book to Roy." And I indicated to the book he was pretending to read. "Alright then, hurry up though cos the shops will be rammed soon." She rustled out of the room and me and Roy let out a huge sigh. "Better get changed quick then." Said Roy "Yes, you can stay if you want!" I answered

Santa? I will never forget the time Santa clause went missing. It was Christmas Eve and I sat with my covers up to my nose praying for Santa. I stayed up the whole night waiting for a sign of Santa but not a sound I heard. Soon it was morning and I woke up my brother, two sisters and parents and raced downstairs. "Maya, wait at the bottom for everyone to catch up." Called my mum. I waited with my hand on the doorknob, palms sweating and heart beating so much it almost came out of my chest. I opened the door wide and everyone gasped in astonishment. Where were all the presents? I clicked the tv on and stood in amazement at the story that was filling the screen. Santa had gone missing. I stood gawping in confusion. Where had he gone? I spent most of the day crying, locked up in my room, wasting the christmas holiday and watching the news until Santa appeared on my screen. He said that he had been found and we would all have to wait untill next year to get our presents. I had wasted christmas locked up in my room not seeing anyone and would have to wait till next year for Christmas? I should have just forgotten about it and enjoyed christmas. The moral of the story is that Christmas is not just about presents, it's about sharing Christmas with your family and friends! (And the presents!!!) Inspired by Maryam

A Fall Part 3 Bang. I slammed against the floor like a heavy weight. I stayed flat on the floor for a while and then another. Bang. Right on top of me, it was someone else. Must be the person that was falling as well. We both groaned in pain for some time and then got up. We looked around curiously and were shocked at what we saw. Three dark tunnels stretching out in three different directions. Which way were we going to take?